Would you could you join the dance?

I was sitting in choir talking to one of my friends about the music during a break from singing, when two girls came in the room with a delivery of flowers. I thought OK, what ever, those are probably for Lauren (who always gets something delivered that all the other girls want), no big deal, that's what everyone thought. So, Mrs. Nelson asks who the flowers are for and the girl says Chelsea Robertson.

Wait, did I hear that right? That's what Mrs. Nelson thought as well, she repeated the girl and the girl said yea (did I say someone else's name, no I said Chelsea). The class bursts into a roar of confusion, "who's sending Chelsea flowers?" "wait, those are for Chelsea?" Then Ben asked, "Chelsea, is it your birthday?" My answer was no (this was still well before April came around). Well by that time I had the flowers and was starting to read the note in them. Ben asked again, "Is someone asking you to prom?"

Yes by now my face was bright red because I had the attention of the entire class and I don't really like to be the center of attention, especially when everyone wants to know what's going on and I don't even know the full story.

"Yes, someones asking me to prom" I say getting choked up with shyness (why is it that I have to be shy when It's really inconvenient, I mean I'm really not that shy of a person). Then Mrs. Nelson asks the question that everyone wants to know, who. Still stricken with shyness, I tell his name, Calvin (no I don't know his last name because I can't pronounce it, let alone spell it, which had the class in an uproar again). Finally Ben asks the last question, "Whats your answer?"

"Yes" I said. Then Mrs. Nelson tried to get the class back on track, but no one was really paying attention to the music anymore, let alone anything we had been working on in class that day, at least it was toward the end of the period so it wasn't like we missed out on the entire class because I got flowers and asked to Prom.